My sister ran away from home when she was sixteen, I was only ten when the falling out between her and our mother happened. It was late at night and I was already in bed when it happened. I never did find out what happened. Over the next few months I would receive phone calls from her but after out mother found out Alice was calling the phone calls stopped and we would only write letters periodically. I would write her and update her on how I was doing in school, I would also always send an updated picture of myself with the letters. However, as I graduated the letters soon stopped. I hadn't seen my sister in twenty years.
I work for a large financial management company and was away for business at a weeklong convention in Chicago. The morning session had just gotten out and I made my way to a cafe for a quick bite to eat before the afternoon session began. I had just sat down and ordered my lunch when I began to feel that awkward sensation when you get when you think someone might be staring at you. Lifting up my eyes from my plate and leaving my head down, I saw her. At first I couldn't sure if it was in fact my sister, Alice, after all it had been so long and the last picture I had of her she was only twenty-three, but that was nearly thirteen years ago. She gave me a large smile and began to make her way over to my table.
"Matt? Is that you?" She said in a loud voice over the crowd before even making it the table.
"Alice!" I said.
"Oh, my God. It's great to see you! It's been forever!" I remarked as she reached my table. Without even giving a beat she gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. Her lips just missed mine; I could feel the corner of her mouth on mine. Her hug was deep and full. Her arms wrapped around me and I could feel every curve of her body against mine. Her breasts pressed up against my chest as the corner of her lips pressed against mine. This caused me to pause and images of the fantasies that I had played in my mind came flooding back, fantasies that I had entertained when he was younger, yet at the time felt guilty for, when I would masturbate late at night in my bed. I could feel my blood begin to heat up as my penis begins to twinge. Becoming very uncomfortable I pushed away, my face flush.
"How are you? What brings you to the windy-city?" She asked through the smile that was still there.
"I'm in town for work. Business convention."
"Oh, how exciting!"
"Not really. Pretty boring actually." I tried to chuckle.
"I wish I could stay and catch up, I'm in a rush. But, what are you doing tonight? We should get together and catch up." She added.
"Tonight's free. What did you have in mind?"
"How about you come over for a few drinks? We'll be able to catch up." She said.
"Sounds great. I'll be there." I replied. It was great seeing my sister after all these years.
She leaned in again to say goodbye. But, this time there was no hug. Her left hand reached for my right hand as she leaned in and kissed me again. This time there was no half-cheek kiss. Her lips made their way to mine and stayed there for a few beats. This time I let the fantasies play out. I pictured her walking to me late at night, wearing nothing but a black silk nighty. The cool air blowing the gown against her body so that it caressed every inch her. As she gets closer the nighty slowly begins to fall off her shoulders until...
